In a quiet coastal village, I met a little boy named Eli. He was born and raised in the coastal village. He grew up with the sea breeze in his hair and the sound of waves in his ears. His days were spent running along the shoreline, where stones, shells, and soft sand became his favorite toys. The ocean was his playground, the trees his hiding spots, and the animals his companions.
Eli lived a simple life but he dreams of a better future: a life with more opportunities, maybe in the city where lights shine brighter. Still, Eli knows that the coastal air, the salty wind, and the endless sea will always be part of him. He knows that no matter where life will take him, he will always come back, because his heart stays in the coastal village.
His parents, who loved the sea as much as he did, would never leave too. His friends, who laughed and played with him under the sun, would always be the people he will miss most.
As Eli grows older, the boy in him will always stay. He said, whenever he will have his own family, he will make sure to bring them to the coast, to let them experience the life he lived. For him, no place would ever feel more right. The coast is not just his home. It where his heart belongs.